As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

I love to doubt as well as know.

The whole universe is but the footprint of the Divine goodness.

One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.

If a thief helps a poor man out of the spoils of his thieving, we must not call that charity.

There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.